High, Low & in Between

Come from a long line
High, low and in between, same as you
Hills of golden, hails of poison
Time's thrown me through

And I believe I've come to learn
That turning 'round is to become confusion
And the gold's no good for spending
And the poison's hungry waiting

What can you leave behind
When you're flying lightning fast and all alone?
Only a trace, my friend
Spirit of motion born and direction grown

The trace it will not fade in frozen skies
And your journey will be
And if a shadow dont seem much company
But who said it would be?

There is the highway
And the home-made lovin' kind, the highway's mine
And us ramblers will get the travelin' done
You fathers build with stones that stand and shine

Heaven's where you find it
And you can't take too much with you
But daddy, don't you listen
It's just this highway talkin'

All things that are alive
Are brothers in the soil and in the sky
And I believe it with my blood, if not my eyes
I don't know why we can't be brothers here,
I know we should be
Answers don't seem easy
and I'm wondering if they could be